I grew up in Santa Monica, California, in the early ‘70s. At the local library, I would indulge in an afternoon of car fantasy, reading through one of four out-of-date car books, mostly on the subject of racing. On Fridays, Dad would rent 16mm movies from the local library. Many of these movies were memorable, but there was one that stuck in my mind. Miss Esta Maude’s Secret was about a quiet school teacher and a little red race car she kept hidden from everyone. At night she would slip out and go on wild adventures. Her secret was that she liked to drive fast. It was the summer of 1973 and at 11 years old, I wanted a secret too.